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marxo-fm · 9 months

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Sessions

Part One. Part ii and Sessions playlist is out now.

Summary: You’re König’s therapist, and he is utterly and dangerously obsessed with you. He will do anything and everything to make you his.

Warnings: Adult themes and language, plot with smut, smut smut smut, thigh riding (omg this is crazy) stalkerish!König, toxic!König, innocent!reader, virgin!reader, König is filthy…FILTHY, praising.

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A/N: I’ve played COD before but just a little so I have no clue about it all (LMAO) but anyways my fyp is invaded with König and Ghost, not complaining, so I decided to write a little something. I heard he’s unstable (?) and there’s a bunch of fics where he has a therapist so I was like…lemme write something like this. I will give credits to writers who’ve inspired me once I find their accounts because I lost them smh. So don’t thank me for this, thank them. Also thanks to Brittany Broski, my rightful leader, for talking about König on the Broski Report Podcast. Made me want to write him some more tbh. ALSO THE GIF??? So scary in the hottest way.

It’s been awhile since König’s last therapy session with you, and it’s been driving him crazier by the minute. He realized now, just how much he wants you, how much he desperately needs you.

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Weeks turned into days, then hours, minutes, and then seconds. Every tick of the clock had König going mental. The thought of not spending those seconds with you drove him mad and drove him with such urgency to have you by him. To be inside of you, at that.

Fists clenched then unclenched, König couldn't stand it any longer. Desperation ran in his veins like a predator watching their prey. He wanted nothing else but to see what you were up to, and visiting your home, was just the solution to his thoughts and needs.

(…)

It's been a few weeks since your appointment with König, and you're growing concerned. You look at the empty chair in your office, that's been sitting lonely for quite a few weeks. He hasn't called or informed you on why he's been absent, and you're sure he never will

In all honesty, you have no clue why you're so upset about it. Upset about a client who's been absent for weeks too much to count. Maybe it's because you can't help him anymore, well—not anymore, he's still your client. But the mere fact that he's not there to tell you about his problems and stories, or how his day was, bothered you.

Sure, he has things to do. So much more important than meeting up with your therapist right? Surely not, you want to help König to the best of your ability—but he made it so difficult.

You get a phone call that snaps you out of your haze, you pick it up. Only to hear a client of yours on the phone bringing their appointment up, which is today. "Yes! Today at six, correct." You assured, sitting down promptly on your office chair. You're glad you have clients today, something that'll keep you busy.

(…)

König is sitting outside in his car in the rain. The pattering of the rain took over his rather obsessive thoughts. Not only was he in the car alone, but he was right outside your home.

He peeks through your window, seeing only a dim light through the blinds of your house. His chest rose as he took a deep breath, chuckling to himself about how insane this all is. Going all out for your therapist? Never would he have thought to be doing such thing, but he can't help his desires.

He sighs, he gets the urge to exit his car and step foot inside your house and it made him feel dizzy. The thought of just stepping foot inside your property and seeing the items, the furniture—and so forth—that belonged to you. Something you've chosen out and purchased for yourself, with love. Now that, drove him on edge.

He finally exits his car, slamming it shut behind him. The rain drops hit his huge frame and he takes bigger steps to the front of your house. Eager to see the place you call home. The place you eat, sleep, and breathe in. It's all insane, he thought, but he's König. Insanity doesn't faze him.

"Fucking hell, the fuck am I doing?" He chuckled to himself as he somehow manipulated his way into your house. His wet boots are off and placed on the rug that says, "welcome" which is funny in this situation.

He looks around the well kept home, the dimly lit kitchen and living room, as well as the deliciously scented candle that's lit in the living room. Smells like you, coconut and bliss. He takes it in, like the maniac he is.

There was nothing really intriguing to the eye in your home, it's simple and basic, but still very homey. You had your favorite comics on the tv table and the tv was obviously shut off, books were stacked against the bookshelf and a few magazines were on the tables. You love to read, guess that's new information for König to keep to himself.

His big frame hovers over your iPad, without hesitation, he opened it. There wasn't a passcode, just a simple press of the home button and he was in, it wasn't like you had anything to hide and König found amusement in that. König chuckled, there was simply nothing on the iPad besides dates on your calendars that showed you have appointments throughout the month.

"Busy little one, aren't you, Mein Schatz?" He breathed through his mask, though he took it off for the time being, there was no reason to hide himself through a mask when home alone.

He misses you, and it's getting more painful not having you there with him, in your home. He's wondering what you're up to now, and how much time he has left before that lock of your front door turns.

It's a bad idea, he's already seen everything he wanted to see, and now it's time to leave.

Quickly, he puts his wet boots back on and turns the door knob slowly. He looks back at your place and then smiles, this surely won't be the last time he's inside. And he'll make sure it'll be the both of you inside the home at the same time.

(…)

"Anything else you'd like to share, Ghost?" You question Ghost, his eyes telling you so much he hasn't said yet, and you doubt he'll tell you more. You wish he'd say more though, but you're actually proud of today’s session. He shared more than the other sessions, that's always a huge milestone.

"No." He said sternly, his British accent thick and his voice gravely. "Okay great. I'll see you next week then?" He cleared his throat and walks to the door, "busy."

"So when are you able to?" You wonder, "I'll call when I can." He opens the door from your office and leaves. You sigh, at least you tried to the best of your abilities. You close your notebook shut, putting the notebook back into your drawer as you finally set the pen down after.

So, where we're you again? Ah, it's time to go home. Finally.

Well—not just yet. As you're getting your things ready to leave, you hear your office phone ring. Your brows furrowed in confusion as to who's calling this late, all sessions are...closed.

"Hello?" You question, hearing heavy breathing over the phone—you shudder. "Schatz, it's me." The German accent rolled off the man's tongue over the phone, your heart dropped in response. König.

"K-König?" You stuttered, in disbelief at the sudden call. "Mhm, I'm calling to apologize for not coming to our sessions but if I'm being honest...I want to have a session soon this week." He explained over the phone, your brows scrunched.

You're free this week, no sessions left, well one session now. It surprised you that König chose to call you so late over an appointment, but it didn't bother you, just—stunned you. "Of course, when would you like-" König interrupts you suddenly, "tomorrow." He breathed, his voice lower than usual. Laced with huskiness and exhaustion, and need.

Tomorrow? You can't turn that down, because you know that if you do, he won't come to another session for a long time—you feared. You clear your voice over the line, heart beating faster by the second and you're not sure as to why. Must be the sudden urge to come to a session, or maybe because he wants it soon. It's not like you're busy tomorrow or anything, but the mere fact that you'll see König after God knows how long made you nervous.

Something must be wrong, you're sure of it.

"Sure! Tomorrow at two, promise me you'll be there?" He never breaks promises, not with you he doesn't. He agrees over the phone, and the date is officially set. Grabbing your pen you just placed down, you take your König's personal journal and write the date down for tomorrow.

(…)

He was trying to stay composed but it's getting hard. His desires have become more stronger by the minute, and he wanted nothing more than to have you by him.

He ended the call, smirking under the mask after finally hearing your soft voice over the phone. You invaded his mind like a virus he's unable to get rid of, but in all honesty he doesn't want to get rid of it. He would stare at pictures of you all day, and the thought that bothers him the most—the one that boils his blood—is knowing that you have sessions with other men that's not him. Most of them he despises, the other ones he's not really worried about, since well—they're his friends.

It's almost sickening how much he wants you, how much he deeply needs you. Now, König sits on his bed. Mask off and so is his shirt. Revealing nothing but his well crafted muscles and his mind going hundreds of miles per hour of just you.

And to fix that "issue" he takes his rough right hand and puts it underneath his sweats, and then under the hem of his boxers. Finally, he grabs his thick cock tightly and leans his head back. Nothing but images of you holding his dick for him instead, and that just about does it for him. Quickly, he starts to slowly stroke up and down, groans fill the silent room. His strong hand grips the sheets of his bed, the delicate fabric became victim to his touch.

The rings in his ear became louder as he swiped his thumb over his tip that was already leaking, everything around König became a blur as he thought of you continuously. He's never been this obsessed with someone until he met you. He gripped onto his dick harder and his body starts to burn with flames too powerful to put out—and his heart beats quicker.

He's closer to his high than ever, throwing his head back due to the aching pleasure that consumed him. His eyes look at the ceiling, all that hunts his mind is you. You hunt him every second of his day, even when it's König hunting for you. His insides began tightening, the way his cock began to throb in his hand and how his precum brushes against his calloused fingers when his hands move to his sensitive area.

He lets out a final grunt as he looks at the mess he made in his lap, wishing you were there to clean it all up. His orgasm hit him harder than ever, and his breath is shaky. Stunned at how good you made him feel, it wasn't him that made himself feel good, no—it was you. All of it.

He tensed at first, letting rope after rope of his come dirty his abs and sheets. "Look at what you fucking do to me, Liebe." He whispered, beads of sweat roll off his forehead.

(…)

The next day passed, the day König booked his session to see you. Of course he wanted to talk to you about what's going on, but he mostly made the appointment to see you. It's been a long long time. He puts on his uniform and mask, getting all ready for his missions and well—seeing you.

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You hear a knock. A knock so familiar and it wasn't just like any other knocks from your clients. König had a habit of knocking exactly four times, and it's a habit he has with you. You shout, "welcome in!" as you take your notebook and pen out. You put your glasses on and present yourself professionally.

König's huge frame stands before you, and you gasped. It's been so long since you've last seen him, you’re now practically strangers. "König! You're here." You proclaimed, welcoming him with a simple hand motion to the chair. "Hello, Mein Schatz." He greets, his voice husky. He looks at you through his eyes, investigating the way you sit professionally and have everything well kept and neat. It almost bothered him, in a good way.

You broke the tension with a question, “anything new?” He continued taking a good look at you, hungrily. It doesn’t show through his mask, but his eyes tells you everything you need to know.

You cleared your throat, waiting for König’s response. “I don’t like the new addition to the missions.” He said sternly, his fists clench and you could tell that bothered him to the extreme. “Why is that? Do you perhaps think they’re weak and unnecessary?” You queried.

He shifts in his spot, “Ja, I don’t like unnecessary addictions. I find it a nuisance.”

“Is it because you prefer having the men you’re familiar with more.. than the new men looking to work the same missions as you?” He prompts his elbows on his knees, leaning closer to the conversation. He is clearly interested in answering. “Yes. Exactly. We don’t need anymore men, we have quite enough of them.” His German accent is thicker, deeper. Cutting through like knife to butter. Your pen wrote down his answers as well as your thoughts in the notebook.

He watched you like a hawk, looking at you closely while you do your job. “Is there anything else, König?” You wonder, his dull eyes sparkled when he hears you say his name. “Hm,” he voiced, “you.”

Your brows furrow at his answer, you cross your legs and place your pen down. Unsure of what he means, and well of course, the therapist you are, you think maybe he has something he needs to say about you. “Did I do something wrong?” You stammered, unable to look him in his piercing gaze.

He chuckled, and you think maybe you embarrassed yourself with such question. “No, Mein Schatz, I need you.” He put forth. Your stomach drops at his answer, crimson red swipes across your cheek and you feel as though you’re going to pass out.

Never in a million years would you have thought to hear König admitting to the fact that he needs you. It stunned you in all honesty.

“I can’t seem to stop thinking about you, Ich werde verrückt.” He points his index finger to his head, “what does that mean?” You question. The part where he spoke in German, you wonder what he means.

He stood up, and you scooted your chair back in response. “It means I’m going crazy, Liebe, you drive me crazy.” König voiced.

You mistook his answer, mistook it thinking that you made him crazy in the worst way possible. “I-I’m sorry, we can gladly stop our sessio-“ he interrupts you, and it’s not the first time.

“Ts ts, I don’t want to. I meant,” he paused, then began, “you drive me crazy with need.” He explained.

You never knew you made him feel that way, and you look around the office just thinking about how unprofessional this all is. “König, when would you like your next session?” You dismissed what he said earlier, you just need to recollect yourself. Your feelings, thoughts and emotions. He just looks at you, quietly.

You walk to the door, and he walks behind you. Each step he took was heavy—and loud, sending shudders throughout your body. He stood behind you, the heat radiating from his body and on to yours.

His right arm reaches out for the doorknob and your heart dropped into a million pieces. God, he knew how to make anyone nervous.

He opens the door for you, and he finds himself out first, but before he does, he says something. “Next week, Friday.” He states, and then walks out of your office.

You take deep breaths, like you’ve been choked and you’ve lost all oxygen. You’ve realized now, just how much König’s little actions made you feel hundreds of butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

(…)

König steps foot inside your office. It’s Friday, and what happened the last session felt like it happened yesterday. His mind is all you, it’s all its ever been. Now he will use this opportunity to his dismay. “Hello, König.” You greet professionally, seated on your black chair.

König takes a careful look at you, he misses you immensely although it’s been a week. He noticed your outfit. Your tight black skirt that hugged your curves perfectly, and your white button up accentuating your breasts. He could open your legs wide right then and there and devour you like he hasn’t eaten in days, he’s drooling at the thought.

You turn to speak, and his entire attention shifts to your plump lips. And of course, König’s mind is filled with dirty thoughts. Too lewd to think out loud.

“Is there anything in particular that you would like to discuss today?” Your soft voice made his ears ring, and he couldn’t help the bulge forming in his pants. König wanted to admit that you’ve been on his mind, but he held himself back and contained it. “I’ve just been stressed.” He admits, and it’s true. All the mission stuff had him drained by the second.

“Oh? And why is that?” You questioned, he manspreads on your couch in the office, using the space to sit comfortably. His long legs and big thighs were spread apart, making it a perfect seat for you to sit on, is what he’s thinking. You gulp at the sight in front of you, and he takes his time with his answer.

“I don’t know, honestly. There’s just something new everyday.” He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

You get up from your seat and prompt yourself next to him. His knees touching yours, and your actions shocked König—just a tad. That’s a lie, it shocked him, a lot.

He wanted to fulfill his fantasies right there, he had you in his sight and reach, but again—containing himself. “Talk to me, König.” You comfort, rubbing small circles on his hand. The action caused him to flinch, but he doesn’t say anything—yet.

After a few seconds, he answers, “I got into a fight with a lieutenant. I’d rather save that for another session.” Groaned König. “Okay, if that makes you comfortable.” You drawl, “how about coming to three sessions in a row? When would you like your next appointment?” You made sure to ask if there was anything else, but to your surprise—there wasn’t.

“Today.” He states sternly, you’re confused. “It’s already today, König?” You trailed off, dissociating at his answer. “I know, Liebe, I want our session to begin today.”

“But we’ve already finished our session for today.” You argued, all that König had contained was finally let out. He grabs his hand and wraps it around your throat, his actions made you let out a loud gasp, and with that—König lifts his mask up and kisses you.

You instinctively kiss him back, aware of how unprofessional this all is, but oddly enough—you didn’t really care.

König groans against your hot mouth, sending vibrations down your entire body. König felt like he was in a dream, finally kissing you didn’t feel real, you tasted too good to be real. He finally has you in his reach, and in his mouth. Your scent overtook his senses, and it drove him right over the edge. He could fall off and die happily, knowing he’s finally tasted you.

You deepen the kiss, and he bit your bottom lip in return, alerting you to open your mouth wider and let him in. He wants to devour you whole and you just let it happen. His tongue finds yours, and there you both are, kissing each other so roughly. His grip on your neck tightens just a little, not too hard, still allowing you to breathe. Though the kiss had you suffocating already.

More, more, more. Is what König says to himself in his mind, but you let go of the kiss. String of saliva leaves his mouth as you let go. Oxygen had left your body entirely, and you’re there gasping for air. You wouldn’t be surprised to see if your lips had been bruised from the rough and deep kiss. You’ve never been kissed like that before, or ever.

The both of you pant, you can’t believe what just happened. You’ve fully realized what he meant earlier, insisting he has another session. This is the session, and you don’t think it’s going to end soon. “Come here.” He ordered, patting his thigh. Your eyes dart to his big thighs, thighs that could crush you if he wanted to.

You did as he said, sitting right down on his right leg, in your point of view—to your left. He holds your waist tightly, balancing you so you don’t fall. Though you’re already holding onto his broad shoulders for support. “Why do you have me like this?” You question, flustered. König loves to see it, to see you flustered even though you never tried to admit it. He had that power.

“Liebe, do you know just how much I crave you? How much I’ve wanted to see you like this…?” he began, “you’re going to do as I say, right?” He asked lowly. You nod, heat rushing throughout your entire body from his needy words. You never knew how much he needed you, and it actually hit you. König, out of all people.

Secretly, you loved that. His desperation made you admire him, it must’ve been so difficult to contain such desires and feelings. Unaware of what he’ll say or do next, you wait. Patiently.

“Ride me, Mein Schatz.” Your mouth gaped open at his words, his fingers dug deep into your skirt, so deep you’re afraid it’ll leave a bruise. “K-König, what?” In disbelief, you stay still. You’ve never done anything of the sort, for fucks sake, you’re a virgin. König doesn’t know that—yet. Though you plan on telling him. And you plan on telling him now.

“I’ve never done this before, I’m a virgin, König.” You murmured lowly, but still loud enough for him to hear. “Oh, meine Prinzessin,” he looks at you like some prized treasure you are. His prized treasure that he wanted to display for the world to see. “Do you want to do this?” He consented, you look at him with eyelids so heavy.

You’re more than sure you want to do this with him, virginity isn’t a game, and you knew that. He knew that too. But you want to give it to König and you’ve already confirmed it before saying anything.

“I…I do.” You cup his face, hidden back underneath his mask. “I can’t go on if you’re not sure, liebe, tell me—do you want to do this?” He repeats his question, and you want to shout at his face the word yes, but you remain calm. “I really do, König. Show me the real you.”

“Want me to show you?” His accent is stronger laced with hunger, pulling you closer to him. He got the affirmation he needed, and you nod in assurance. He grabs your hips at once, and slowly moves them back and forth. Your brows furrow at the feeling of your soaked panties grinding against his rough combat pants. The new feeling had you addicted and König loves to see you fall apart little by little.

His cock ached and pressed harder against his pants as your hands grip onto his broad shoulder, tighter. The friction from his pants and your grinding made you let out a moan you didn’t know you were capable of making. A moan König could only hear in his head, except it became reality, and König was trapped in a haze. He saw the way your face contorted in pleasure, the way your lips pout as he helped you ride it out.

“So beautiful.” He huffs, pulling you back and forth even faster. You could feel your stomach twist into knots, alerting you that your orgasm is near, but riding against his thigh wasn’t enough. You needed more. “K-König…please.” You whimpered out, he tilts his head, getting the hint.

“Please what? Mein Schatz?” It felt like he was teasing you, but maybe he just needs to know what you’re saying please for. “Touch me.” You demand, desperately needing his rough and big fingers to touch you. “Ohhh darling, you don’t have to ask me twice.” He does just as you asked, rubbing slow circles with the pad of his thumb on your clothed cunt. He smiled under his mask at how wet you are.

The bundle of nerves formed tightly, forming at the very pit of your stomach. Flames ran through your veins and your body burned with lust. You found it difficult to hold his gaze as your orgasm is nearing. “You’re too good to me, liebe, you’re doing so good.” He praised, his eyes focused on your motions and he could just come at the sight of that. “K-König! I’m going to-“ he interrupts you, grabbing your hips with both of his hands and moves you back and forth impossibly faster.

“Come, schön, be a good fucking girl for me and let it out. I know you can do it.” He grunts, talking you through it. His praising and words of encouragement did just enough for you to reach your high. It felt like fireworks were exploding in your stomach, and your legs shook. It was all too much to bare, and you still rode it out.

“Attagirl, wasn’t so hard now was it, meine Liebe?” He appeals, holding your waist still as you tried to regain every last bit of dignity left with each inhale and exhale. “You think we’re done yet? Oh love, we’re just getting started.”

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NOTE: This is just part 1 peeps, I honestly thought it was getting a bit too long (imo) so I thought—hey—why not turn this into a mini series? Hehe. Stay tuned for part 2, coming very soon. Also, if you’d like to be in my tag list, it’d be my pleasure. Just let me know in the comments. (Btw, English is definitely not my first language…so if there are any grammatical errors and mistakes, please let me know in the comments so I can fix them.)

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morallyinept · 7 days

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gay-ppl-real · 5 days

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Been writing quite a lot of WH fic in my spare time recently and I realised I've kinda accidentally created a consistent interpretation of how the neighbourhood would see Frank X Eddie (liking each other or being together but on the down-low):

To be clear these aren't my theories on what's going on in the ARG, it's like... just in the world of the WH show itself, without getting deep into the horror and mystery elements, and therefore excluding facts like that in canon there's probably going to be homophobia themes to the story iirc. This is how I imagine it'd unfold if it just happened normally without whatever scariness is going on in Home as a factor.

Also I like playing around with lots of different ideas and dynamics and interpretations; this is just a bit of fun.

Transcripts (and a bunch of extra explanations/info) under the concealment charm! ⬇️

Sally:

Has no idea, because she's not paying attention to them.

Would be like "Cool. Now about MY NEXT PLAY!" if it was pointed out to her.

Unless she could make it into something dramatic.

(Extra: like if she thought of a way to basically make a performance out of it, I can imagine she'd do that. Eddie and Frank would both think she was being very strange.)

Poppy:

K N O W S

Possibly before even Eddie does, and trying to drop him hints.

Thinks they'd be wonderful together.

(Extra: She wouldn't think it was her place to say anything outright, especially because that could risk outing either of them, but she'd be like "Frank can be very protective of you, you know..." HINT HINT.)

Howdy:

Has a vague suspicion.

Doesn't think it's really his business.

DOES think they're cute together.

(Extra: it wouldn't really interest or concern him much so he wouldn't feel a need to offer input or say anything, but he would sometimes see them talking and be like 'lmao these bitches gay! good for them, good for them,' in his head.)

Wally:

Knows Eddie & Frank 'love each other' but is unclear on how this differs from how he loves all his neighbours.

Would be very happy for them if someone explained it to him.

(Extra: he wouldn't pick up on anything particularly special about them/their relationship, he just assumes that all his neighbours love each other because, in his opinion, what's not to love. He'd also likely be one of the first people either of them would feel comfortable telling.)

(Extra 2: also no-one would ever explain it to him properly. Eddie would get into embarrassed blethering and Frank wouldn't know what to say beyond that it's "just different," Barnaby would keep giving joke answers, Poppy and Howdy would just be like 🤷not my place, and Sally and Julie would keep telling him things that only made him more confused.)

Barnaby:

Would eventually pick up on it, and take great joy in teasing either of them.

Ultimately supportive, though.

(Extra: He'd greatly enjoy irritating Frank and making Eddie flustered in ways that meant nobody else but them knew what he was hinting at lol)

Julie:

#1 Frank X Eddie shipper.

She finds out because Frank talks to her about their feelings, and she's rooting for them from then on.

(Extra: she'd try to be Frank's wingman and just end up confusing and scaring Eddie and making Frank facepalm.)

#innisthoughts #welcome home arg #welcome home #frank frankly #eddie dear #frank x eddie #ACK now I'm thinking about Eddie confiding in Wally while they do crafts together that's too cute.#I've actually finished a few fics but felt self-conscious posting #I think it's because they're quite romance heavy in general #and if I write too much ship stuff I start to feel sad like I'm a “fake aroace” or some shit lmaooo #like I'm letting myself and the aroaspec community down by not focusing on how wonderful platonic relationships are on their own #and knowing that it's dumb as hell and that I adore friendships just as much does nothing to alleviate my concerns

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The pitfalls of every Sunny ship

Diving straight into the hot coals with the first post. But it has been on my mind lately.

The setup in Omori is naturally quite mentally (and in some cases physically) taxing on every main cast character, and a shipper can very easily be overenthusiastic about getting a "happy ending" for their preferred pair, glossing over inconvenient problems and dynamics. I think that it really is rather contrary to the game's themes that this occurs, but it is also understandable that not everybody does a full psychoanalysis of every plot point in their story. I'll list some "common" problems I've personally encountered with people making content about sunburn, suntan and sunflower. I'm more familiar with the dynamics common on ao3 than elsewhere, so if you have any other observations or things to add, please feel free to do so.

# OMORI SPOILERS BELOW #

Sunburn

The "canon" ship. The fact that the ship is explicitly mentioned in game means that the ship is viewed as the "default", and it can lead to some lazy dynamics or lack of justification. You have to remember that no matter what headspace says (and headspace says a lot of things that aren't true), the first thing Sunny and Aubrey did after four years is beat the shit out of each other. Sunny knows nothing about the Hooligans, even though we do, and Aubrey thinks Sunny abandoned her (which is a feeling unlikely to abate after the truth). There needs to be basis for the ship as well - they aren't going to just pick up where they left off (presuming they had anything to leave off in the first place) right away. Which leads us to the first common problem:

Basing the relationship entirely on the past

This is the default reaction and requires the least writing creativity, so it is not surprising that it is common. Simply porting the HS dynamic or the swing scene to the future and copy-pasting is fun and cute and all, but it ignores the fact that both Sunny and Aubrey have changed massively. There's a lot of guilt that is going around, both with Sunny for obvious reasons and Aubrey for pushing Basil in the lake, and Aubrey has a bunch of new, closer friends whom depending on your interpretation are either theatre kids or delinquents. This is not really just going to get talked away on the swing set - they involve third parties.

I would venture to argue that this is actually a very problematic pitfall, despite it being generally not a very serious transgression in real life. Omori, as a game, is about moving on from the past. If you write a fic where the characters forget about bad things in the past but hang on like hell to the good things... that's Headspace. You've just put Sunny in a new Headspace.

Getting Basil out of the way

Even among sunburn/suntan shippers, it is pretty generally accepted that Basil was somewhat attached to Sunny even before the accident. So if you don't want to do sunflower, how do you deal with that?

You can write angst, where Aubrey and Basil end up fighting over Sunny. Weirdly, I've never seen this actually happen (probably because it's too heartbreaking). You can have Basil go to therapy, and get rid of an unhealthy attachment. You can also go the seriously angsty route of Basil hating Sunny for abandonment, Sunny hating Basil for his role in the incident, or a less intense version which just puts a barrier between the two. You can also have Sunny reject Basil. Or you can argue that the attachment was platonic, which is entirely fair.

What you cannot do is have Basil be romantically interested in Sunny, but "get out of the way" for Aubrey "so that Sunny can be happy". Or, well, you can do that, but you can't frame it as anything but serious angst from Basil's POV.

Unfortunately, many, many "pure fluff" Sunburn fics do this, because "pure fluff" fics don't want to untangle the whole thing as most methods involve some degree of emotional turnmoil. This is no ordinary infautation - Basil has waited for Sunny for four years. Nursing unrequited love like that is really, really painful. It is certainly not something that someone with Basil's character and history can do with a smile on their face. If you need any further convincing, I point you to Note to Self: Don't Be Gay in Faraway Town by witheredahlia.

A version of this which I think is a lesser sin (because it is at least framed with some nuance), but a sin regardless, is Aubrey getting annoyed at Basil for "stealing" Sunny's attention from her. This gets dangerously close to the reddit comments you see about "the friend group will be better off if Basil never joined".

Suntan

Despite sunburn being the "canon" and sunflower being the natural alternative, I actually think that this is the default. After all, Kel was the one to bring Sunny out, generally saving his life, and is his first friend, etc. Kel is also a clean slate character, with nothing anyone can particularly hold against them, and as a result suntan is the "healthiest", "least questionable" ship. This commits the customary mistake of believing Kel's parents when they say "eh, it's Kel, he'll be fine".

"Kel's fine"

No, he's not. He's spent the better part of four years trying to forget the happiest times of his childhood, and has been going around doing nothing but fixing and saving other people, putting others' needs far above his own, for the entirety of pre-canon and foreseeably for a good part of post canon as well. Suntan, especially with Sunny still in a vulnerable state post-canon, can very easily be written into Kel being Sunny's unpaid, untrained therapist, and his mood/health being Kel's only/majority source of validation. Kel's self-worth independent of his friends needs addressing and development, and without a lot of development, Sunny alone is not really equipped to provide that.

In all fairness, while I would be somewhat confident in saying that the majority of canon-compliant sunburn fics run into the problems above, suntan fics do usually handle it better. That might just be because there aren't that many suntan fics though.

Sunflower

It goes without saying that sunflower has the highest potential to be unhealthy. But precisely because of that fact, people writing sunflower are usually very careful to address it. Either the fic is written as a work exploring codependency/attachment/trauma/other general unhealthiness (which you can make your own judgement on whether it's a legitimate art form or problematic), or there is at minimum an attempt at pacing, therapy and general juggling of the various mental issues the game leaves Sunny and Basil with (for a shining example, see These Days Without You by Smitty1899, my go to answer for when anyone says "but sunflower toxic!!1!").

The issues that can make sunflower unhealthy and problematic are generally pretty obvious - shared crime, codependency and attachment, commitment and abandonment issues, and the whole "getting together before their friends forgive them" thing (which can still be done well, but from the POV of especially Hero can be kind of eh, and unlikely to be conducive to a healthy relationship given that it kind of depends on their friends' pending "approval".) As a result, there aren't a lot of works that don't address them in one manner or another. However, I do think there is one major pitfall that some fics fall into in the other direction:

Having everything in the relationship be dependent on someone else's approval.

In an attempt to make sunflower as healthy as possible, some authors make it so that Sunny and Basil effectively never make decisions on their own. There's always a third party present to psychoanalyse them, tell them what's fine and what's not, etc. and every step they make in their relationship is with the express blessing, support and help of the rest of their friends. The problem is, that's not healthy either.

I feel that the value of sunflower is greatest in the context of the themes of the game of moving on and forgiveness. Making it so that Sunny and Basil hang on to their guilt forever and robbing them of any "right" to decide for themselves what makes them happy is very much contrary to that - they're on crutches for the rest of their lives, and the point of the good ending is the hope that they won't need to be. It also is just not a good thing for any third party to intervene so extensively in a relationship.

Conclusion

Omori is emotionally deep, with many, many themes to explore. Ships in Omori have unique meanings and themes, which in a canon compliant context is quite hard to simply wipe away. Rushing into a ship with insufficient pacing and development, which works in "cute" fandoms, generally leaves lots of outstanding holes in Omori.

This post doesn't necessarily mean that I think less of any particular ship mentioned - to reiterate, every ship has unique meanings and themes which is interesting to explore and form a part of the message of the game. It is however true that some pitfalls in some ships are easier to fall in, and overlooked, than others, and the obvious problems get a lot more bashing than the non-obvious ones. (Yes, sunflower bias. Sue me.)

And of course, in a plotless or AU context, cute art is cute art.

#omori #omori sunny #omori basil #omori aubrey #omori kel #omori sunflower #omori sunburn #omori suntan #brainrot.txt #rant post

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kumememe · 1 month

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Hi if you have time could you do a Felix x male reader who works at a flower shop. Maybe the cattons use the store for all flower needs but maybe it’s lasso because Felix like to see the reader who works there. I read your fics today and they are amazing!!

fleur de lis (felix catton x m!reader [requested])

note: you are so sweet! thank you for being my first every request and i hope you enjoyed this story. i wrote it all in one go as i got inspired, so please be wary of any spelling mistakes. thank you! also ps: i chose that title because i wanted it to be fancy lol warnings: none, just felix being a soft simp for the reader. ______________________________________________________________

the wind chimes attached to the door of a quiet little flower shop do a little dance as it opens, their gentle melody greeting those who go inside. the enchanting smell of freshly cut stems and florals wafting through the air as felix made his way towards a certain aisle of white flowers. orchids, daffodils, tulips, and gardenia flowers stand up daintily in their pot, dripping with water as it seemed it was recently irrigated. at the back of the store, a variety of freshly wiped brown pots were scattered, and types of rocks, seeds, and dirt in small packets were nearby as well. as the six-foot-five male observed the type of flowers the store was selling, a tap on his shoulder startles him. he turns to see a shorter (skin color) male with beautiful (eye color) eyes, a green apron with a name tag reading 'y/n' covering his collared up shirt and fitted khaki pants.

y/n clears his throat, "nice to see you again, felix! may i help you with anything?" he asks with a small smile, hands behind his back as he looks up at him slightly.

felix felt his heart flutter a little at the sight of the shorter male, smiling as he nodded. "hello y/n, yes, i do need help." he said as he looked around at the array of flowers, "elspeth wants a bunch of flower arrangements for this fancy dinner we're having, and i'm not really good at picking so..." he trails off, hoping y/n got the gist. y/n chuckles as he pats him on the shoulder. the gentle touch sends shivers to felix's body as y/n spoke.

"don't worry, i can help." he reassures the taller male. "for starters, what kind of theme is the party?"

as felix started going through all the details, he couldn't help but feel his chest tighten as he watched the male talk about flowers, clearly showing his expertise and his interest in the topic as he suggested different bouquet types and sets. the tall male had always gone to this flower shop in particular for his family's flower needs, and whenever he needed help, y/n would always be there for him. the way y/n's soft short fluffy (color) hair swayed as he moved, his eyes blinking softly which showed off his long lashes, and his red lips stretching as he smiled, took the breath out of felix's mouth. for the record, felix wasn't the type to fall so easily, especially for someone as average as the small flower shop clerk. but there was just something about the way the latter would greet him with the brightest smile, his soft honey-like voice that made felix's skin get goosebumps as he spoke, and his bright personality drew felix in like bees to pollen. it was addicting. just to see that gorgeous smile come his way, his day would be left with replaying the moment in his mind.

"...lix? felix? hello, sir?" y/n gently shakes felix out of his trance.

"hm? oh sorry, i spaced out. can you repeat what you said?" felix cleared his throat, his face turning red slightly as he tried to maintain his cool. he was just caught dozing off, so he tried to mainatain his cool attitude.

y/n nods, "it's okay. so to summarize, the theme is great gatsby, and mrs. catton wants soft colored florals in big and small arrangements. did i get that right?" he asks, to which felix nods. "must be a really big party then, right?" y/n says as he writes it all down. felix finds the chuckling cute as he nods, leaning over a bit to see what y/n had written. "yes, that is right. oh! and the party will happen on friday, next week."

"i see, i see. will you pay it straight, cash or?" he asks, trailing off as felix nods. "i can do straight payment, yes." he says softly to the smaller male.

"got it, follow me this way." y/n said as he made his way to the counter, getting the card reader machine up and running as felix followed him. felix watched as y/n worked, the latter's head bobbing softly to the jazz music that played in the background. "cute." felix said without much thought, making the small male perk his head up to him with a small surprised expression. "hm?"

felix realized his mistake and cleared his throat, deciding to be bold and repeat what he said. he thought he might as well shoot his shot. "i said you're cute, y/n."

y/n's cheeks turn a pinkish hue as he nods shyly, "ah, thank you." he says quietly as he places the receipt down on the counter, asking felix to sign it. y/n watches felix sign the paper as he bit his lip, hesitating before he spoke. "the feeling's mutual, felix. you're pretty cute too." he flirted subtly, which makes felix grin as the tall male gave back the pen.

felix's gaze meets y/n's for a bit as he lets out a playful huff at the flirting. "the flowers will be most likely ready within two hours before the party, so you can come by and pick them up." y/n says, and felix nods. "cool, ill see you then." felix said as he was turning away. as he was about to make his exit out of the flower shop, he stopped. he knew he had an opportunity to ask the clerk out, and if he had run away from it, he wouldn't stop thinking about it.

felix turns back to the clerk, who was busying himself by cleaning up some of the papers on the desk. "y/n, I want to ask you something."

y/n's ears perk up in intrigue, "yes?" he asks with a slightly eager tone.

felix leans against the counter, biting his lip as bit as he whispers to y/n. "i was wondering you know, since i'm already here, if... we can go out sometime?"

y/n's face turn red as his mouth opens and closes, taken off guard by the sudden question. felix tries to remedy this as he starts to spill out words, a little flustered though he tries to act as nonchalant and cool as possible. "i've admired the way you work, and you're always so kind to me and my family. think of it as a 'thank you' gift from me- er, the family." felix said as he hoped y/n wouldn't catch up on his slip-up.

"n-no, i mean- i'd love to, felix." y/n said as he held onto felix's arm to stop him from rambling, which eases felix's lightly tense demeanor. "i just didn't expect it, that's all," he said timidly.

felix chuckles at the bashful reaction as y/n looks away. "good, i mean, i could pick you up after work if you want? we can get some coffee together."

"yes, that would be nice. my shift ends at three pm- i can text you if it ends earlier? you have my number." y/n said and felix nodded, grinning. "yes, yes, i do. i'll see you later then?" felix asked as he opened the door of the flower shop, looking back at the blushing male who nodded.

"mhm, see you, felix." ______________________________________________________________ hope you enjoyed this, even though it is a bit shorter than usual. i personally loved the idea, i feel like it would be a nice story for an actual book. rich guy meets quiet flower shop clerk, what a cliche. a good one, at that

#male reader #saltburn #saltburn x male reader #farleigh saltburn #farleigh start #farleigh start x male reader #felix catton #oliver quick #felix catton x reader #felix catton x male reader #saltburn 2023 #saltburn movie #venetia catton #x male reader

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everlastlady · 11 months

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Hii! Hope you're having a nice time of day! I was wondering if you could write hc's for Striker with a S/O, who is a Cat demon! I'm not sure if something like this has already been requested, so forgive me if I'm clueless :')

Thanks!

I'll gladly do this for ya! Thank you a bunch for requesting. I'm going to be basing some of the cat stuff from the wiki on Husk and VP has stated that, Husk hates his form because of the cat like shit that happens with him. So this should be interesting for Striker with a cat demon partner. So again thank you so much for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

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☕ Author's Note: Hello! My little imps, demonic sinners, & powerful overlords. Welcome back to another story and request of Striker X Cat Demon Reader. This was a fun one to write even though any content I write for Striker is fun because I love his character. If you loved this story please make sure to comment, like, or reblog.

☕Word Count: 1450

☕Fandom: Helluva Boss

☕Story Contains: Abusive asshat Valentino.

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Striker X Cat Demon Reader

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Striker had met you when you were injured in an alleyway. He had just got done taking of a job and decided to use the alleyway to get home quicker. But when hearing heavy breathing, he followed the sound to see you. A demon cat who was injured and in pain. Striker never really care for anyone else but himself. But he saw that were in pain and he wanted to help. When he tried to reach out and help you up. You only hissed and scooted back making the tin trashcans rattle. Striker was a little taking back by your reaction but he also saw that you were scared. How you looked scared, confused, and wanted to cry. “ Hey, now darlin’ I ain’t going to hurt you, my name is Striker, do you want me to help ya? “ He could tell that you were scared like he was going to hurt you. Looking at Striker, you weren’t sure if you should trust him, but something told you to trust the cowboy Imp. So you nodded your head. Maybe he could help you with your injuries.

He had picked you up carefully and walked down the alleyway with you. Striker’s home was small and the way he dressed fit the theme he had going on in his home. He set you down and came back with a medkit. “ You wanna tell me who hurt ya? I’m an assassin so if you have the money. I could take this person out. “ Striker said, but he saw that you looked away and said nothing. He respected that you didn’t want to talk about it; after patching you up. He gave you some fresh clothes which were one of his shirts and sweatpants. You went to wash up and change.

Your cat-like features interested Striker. He thought you looked adorable. Your features made him smile and seeing your tail wag when you were finally happy made him happy. Striker was a wonderful and good host. Even letting you spend the night. He would cover you up with blankets and pillows before he got up to leave. You grabbed his sleeve and wanted to tell him what had happened and how you ended up in the alley. Yould told him about the cruel and fucked up things your boss Valentino did to you and how you stood up to him, only for him to beat you up and you tried your best to fight back and ran. That you were hiding in that alley from Valentino and anyone he sent looking for you. This was the first time Striker ever felt sorry for someone. “ Oh, darlin’, I’m sorry that happened to ya, that was brave of ya to finally stand up and fight against him. No one should ever have to go through what you went through. My offer still stands if you want me to kill him. But you stay here as long as you want, I’ll protect you. “

Striker loved the little purrs you made when he would kiss your head or caress your cheek. You watched the cowboy Imp stick by your side until you fell asleep. You never thought you meet someone this kind. Someone who would finally help you. When sticking around Striker’s house you did your part and cleaned up. You also would make Striker food. “ Darlin’ you ain’t have to do all this for me. “ Striker would say but you would stare at him with your soft (E/C) eyes and he would just chuckle. “ At least let me help. “ And the two of you would be cooking and cleaning together.

You weren’t scared that Striker was an assassin in fact you asked Striker to teach you how to fight and use weapons. You wanted to be able to protect yourself when you were ready to leave. “ I mean if you are serious then sure, I’ll teach you how to fight and use weapons darlin’ and I promise you’ll be the toughest little kitten out there. “ Striker would say and be excited to teach you. The training was hard at first and Striker would take it easy at first and then really toughen up on you. He taught you how to disarm, defend, and use weapons properly. Whenever you or Striker pinned each other to the floor. You would be locked in a staring contest while blushing only for him to clear his throat. “Let's continue with the trainer little kitten. “

When he wasn’t calling you darlin’, pumpkin, sugar, sweetheart, doll, or anything else in that smooth southern accent. He loved to call you little kitten and you didn’t find you were fond of the nickname. “ Little kitten you wanna watch a movie? “ or “ Hey little kitten did you eat today? “ That nickname made you happy and seeing Striker care for you and teach you made you feel all warm, and you were slowly falling for him and he was slowly falling for you as well.

It was time for you to leave and you made that choice. Striker walked up to you. “ If you ever wanna come back then just call me kitten. “ He would write his number down and hand it to you. When he caresses your face you would nuzzle your cheek into the palm of his hand, letting out soft purrs. You stared at him with doe eyes and Striker leaned in a bit so did you, before you both knew it. The two of you were kissing. The man tasted like dark coffee and nicotine. ( I’m not sorry)

The two of you pulled away and Striker smirked. “ You know you don’t have to leave just yet and it would be a shame. If you wasted money hotel hopping when you have a nice place here with a cowboy who can protect ya. “ Striker said. You smiled as your tail curled, you agreed to stay here with Striker and you agreed to be his partner which made Striker happy because now you both could lay in his bed.

Striker wasn’t fazed by you always zooming around sometimes at night or when you laid on top of him. He would rub your back and hear you purr. He would chuckle feeling you nuzzle into his neck. “ You are so damn cute, little kitten. “ Striker would always hold you close in bed, though sometimes he would hiss feeling your claws dig into him and you would apologize and kiss whatever marks you left on him.

Oh boy, whenever you bent down to pick up something and wiggled your ass a bit which you had no control over. Striker would stand behind you looking like a damn villain. He would smack your ass and take off running, as you chased him to beat his ass with your shoe. But sometimes you did get him back even though so the man had no ass. (Again not sorry, he has no ass. )

Your boss eventually found you having one of your old co-workers track you down and Val showed up to take you back. Striker had that knife drawn letting Val know this ain’t no normal knife. “ I suggest you get your ass off my property, I also suggest you leave my little kitten alone, they don’t work for you, no more and they don’t have to so you can either leave here alive or I can send you back your cheap ass business in a casket. “ Striker said with a growl. Val glared at you and at Striker, he rolled his eyes and scoffed. “ Keep them, I can’t get someone else to do a better job than, them someone more obedient, beautiful, and better. “ Val would blow his smoke in both your faces and leave not looking back. Striker would slam the door closed and would be breathing heavily from anger but he would calm down when you hugged him. Striker would hug you back letting you cry. “ Don’t worry darlin’, he’s gone, and won’t have to worry about him anymore. “ Striker would pick you up and carry you to the bedroom.

Striker always protected you, he loved you and wanted nothing but for you to feel safe. He enjoyed your cat-like features everything about you was beautiful what was cute. Is that when you purred or hissed. He would also hiss or make rattle noises. Making it both a fun game between you two, you may have had your cat tendencies but Striker had his rattlesnake and crocodile tendencies. And you both never judged each other. You were glad Striker found you in that alley and saved you, Striker was glad he found you because he planned to never let you go and always protect you.

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fbczine · 4 months

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Before we open contributor applications, the mods would like to answer questions raised through responses from the Interest Check and expand upon our carrd’s guidelines/FAQ.

If you are potentially considering applying for the zine as a contributor, please take the time to look over this post and read the carrd.

Zine’s Themes:

For our second zine, we decided to have a centralized theme for the overall project: investigation. Solving mysteries, puzzles, and problems are key elements of Remedy games. All pieces featured within the zine will focus on these ideas.

The Oceanview is a connecting point between the Alan Wake and Control universes. It is a place of power individuals pass through on their way to somewhere else, so it’s had many guests over the years. However, pitches for the zine do not have to feature the Oceanview, they can involve different settings featured or referenced in these games, excluding the Oldest House.

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Can we submit pitches related to Alan Wake?

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We will not be accepting typewritten, out of context manuscript pages. If a typewritten manuscript page from Alan happens to be one part of your overall story, that’s fine.

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 10 months

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Hellooo i’m sending you a request if you’re up for it (it’s heavy, sorry 😑) What if Y/N and Harry were good friends and a bit more, but she has been sexually molested as a child and she has never told anyone apart from her mom and her therapist. And they’re coming home from a very cute date but she starts feeling really bad when they start making out and he wants more… (I’m not sure if she’d tell him though)

Hello friend! Yes of course! I think it's important to have stories like this revolving around traumas and painful situations that are very real and that so many people have experienced and it's important to acknowledge that. I appreciate you sending this request in! I apologize for the delay, I've been so busy so it took me a bit to have some time to sit down and write this I definitely didn't want to half-ass something this important, so thank you for your patience. I I hope it lives up to your expectations 🫶🏻

And of course, if you or someone you know has been SA'ed it is never too late to get the mental health help you need to start the healing process and to work through this trauma. You deserve closure, healing, and all of the unconditional love & support that therapy can provide! 🩷

Warnings: Mentions of childhood SA (nothing detailed, it's more of a narrative timeline) but can be extremely triggering, description of panic attack symptoms

Truthfully, Y/N had been really nervous to date Harry. He was one of her best friends ever and she was just nervous that if they crossed that line and didn’t actually work that it would make their friendship weird for a bit. However, that wasn’t the case at all. Harry had been extremely thoughtful with how they transitioned from friends to more. They already spent a lot of time together, but he was far more intentional to adding alone time with her now. And when they would it was easier for them to flirt, to touch, to openly show their feelings for each other without their friends teasing them about it or something. It was really nice; it felt so natural to hold hands to be nonstop giggling and making eyes at each other. They had so much fun together.

“It’s not a competition, you know?” Harry mumbled softly as he briefly glanced over to the ceramic mug she was painting and he chuckled.

“It never is when you’re not the best at something.” She teased with a giggle and he scoffed and she peered up at him to see him playfully glaring at her.

“I’m just not artsy or creative in this respect.” He defended himself.

“Neither am I. I just steal creative people’s ideas off of Pinterest.” She said as she painted another little smiley face onto her mug and he chuckled.

“Despicable.” He muttered as he just made another big stroke onto his mug. He had just gone for a vertical rainbow theme because he couldn’t be arsed with all the little details that she was working on. She giggled as she put the finishing touches on her mug. She hadn’t even done anything that complex. Her mug was a white base color and she had just drawn a bunch of little colorful smiley faces around it.

“What color should I do the handle?” She asked and he glanced up at her work.

“Mmm… the yellow.” He suggested. And she hummed and went straight for that color and started painting the handle. “Are we exchanging mugs?” She asked.

“If you want to.” Harry responded as he added his final layer to the color he has just put down.

“Just so we have little reminders of each other.” She shrugged and he smiled.

“You already live in my head rent free, love” He assured flirtatiously, “But I’m not opposed to more.” He added.

“Settled then.” She smiled as she put the paintbrush down.

After another few minutes they were turning their mugs in to the girl up front and she let them know they could come by in a couple of days to pick up their mugs. They thanked her and left the little shop. Harry's arm draped over her shoulder and pulled her close as they made the walk back to his car.

"Are you hungry at all? Even just for a snack? Or do you want to come back to mine for a drink and a film? Or I can just drop you off at home." he said and she leaned her head against his shoulder as they walked.

She wanted to go to his and watch a film but she was nervous that it would lead to more. Harry was really respectful though and she felt comfortable around him and quite safe, which would be enough to make anyone else just trust him and agree to going over. But that's the issue, she had felt safe around the people in her life growing up only for someone to violate that trust. And logically she knew Harry would never even think of doing something to hurt her but a part of her would always be on the fence, she couldn't trust anyone blindly ever again.

"Y/N?" he asked again she snapped out of her thoughts.

"Oh ummm, let's just go to yours." she said to him and he nodded. She just decided to do what she wanted to do because she deserved a shot at a normal relationship. She deserved to be with someone that made her happy. She deserved to feel beautiful and desired by someone who she also saw in the same way. She deserved to be happy.

Being a single mom and mother to three daughters, her mom had been so thorough and open about SA and about what was considered inappropriate for any man or woman to say or do to them at any age. And she had told them that if anything ever happened to any of them that they could trust each other and that they would always believe each other. Y/N was only 10 when a close family friend molested her, so when this man had done what he did she was fully aware that he had in fact molested her. She was afraid to say anything because he had threatened her and warned her about what would happen if she told anyone. In her mind she thought this meant that it was a one time thing and that he'd leave her alone from then on. But then he came back a second time and a third time. But that third time was when he decided to get personal satisfaction out of it and she knew that he only escalate his actions from then on so despite all the fear in her body she told her mom immediately after and she took the necessary legal steps and got her in to see a therapist just a week later. People assumed that speaking up sooner somehow "helps" survivors, but in reality that's a bunch of bullshit. You could speak up right away but that thing still happened to you. Whether it's happened once or multiple times, you're still affected by it. The man even went to jail, but that didn't take away that part of her that she felt had been stolen from her.

During her Uni years she joined a therapy and support group of adult survivors of childhood SA and in hearing the stories of some of the people there she felt like she wasn't trying hard enough to overcome her own trauma. She just needed to take matters into her own hands and move on. So she started to see a guy that she really liked and she fell in love with him and she decided that she wanted him to be her first. She knew she wasn't ready for sex, but she loved the guy so she thought she'd at least try. And things were alright until he was about to finish and she just had to stop. She had a full blown panic attack and after that time she just kept to herself. Her friends would always try and set her up with people but she didn't want to explain everything to them. She mainly talked her to mum, sisters, or therapist about it when she needed to talk about it. She didn't want people to look at her like she a victim or like something was wrong with her. She had come through a lot of her trauma, but sometimes she'd experience the hurt again or get triggered by things and it felt like she'd made no progress at all. It was a long uphill battle.

So when Harry asked her out she immediately talked to her therapist about it because she wanted this to work with him. She met Harry in school when they were about 12. Their family had moved after what had been done to her and he was one of the first friends she'd made in school. They'd grown up together, they'd been friends forever, and while she had liked him on and off for many years, when he asked her out he told her that he'd loved her since they were 16 years old and that he had never tried anything before because he wanted to have his shit together when they finally dated and well, it was mostly together now. She was working extra hard in therapy because she didn't want to have a panic attack when he was about to blow his load again. She craved to be physically intimate with him and she wanted to be ready when the time came. She was in love with him and well, he was in love with her, it was the natural next step.

"You're so quiet, love. What's on your mind?" Harry asked her as his thumb rubbed along the side of her hand.

"Oh nothing, just thinking about random stuff." she said with a small smile and he nodded, but he wasn't sure that it was nothing.

They'd known each other for a really long time and upon them changing the nature of their relationship she became a bit more guarded than she had been in the past. It was subtle, but he knew her well and he noticed it quickly. He knew he needed to build trust with her as a partner as well, because they had it as friends, but this was an even more multifaceted and complex relationship than just a friendship. Harry wanted to build the rest of his life with her and he was eager to prove to her that he could make her happy in every way.

"Do you want tea or coffee? I also have..." he paused as he opened up his fridge, "Beer." he said as he turned to her and she smiled.

"I'm alright." she assured as she slipped out of her sneakers and padded over to the kitchen after him, "Maybe just a snack?" she asked as she meandered to his little pantry and she looked inside and saw a bag of chips. "May I?" she asked showing him.

"Course." he assured and so they headed off to his bedroom.

They got comfy and he switched on the TV before they settled on "She's the Man" a classic really. They were sitting close, the sexual tension brewing, simmering steadily between them. He knew that Y/N didn't really date all that much and that she also didn't sleep with people for fun so he didn't want to move to quickly when she was evidently more slow about that so he was pleasantly surprised when she called his name and just looked at him for a moment before she reached up to kiss him. He kissed her back tenderly, but kiss after kiss, things started to escalatate.

Y/N's body was buzzing, she wanted him so badly. She was turned on, which was not something that happened to her often. And she couldn't help it but desire to be closer to him. It was completely instinctual when she reached around his neck and pulled him down to her as she settled herself into his mattress. Their lips smeared together sloppily and desperately, they were breathing hard and their hearts were beating fast. Harry made a move to escalate things by straddling her lap and suddenly the good feelings went away and her skin started to crawl with fear and disgust. His weight over her made her feel discomfort and her stomach started to twist. She felt his erection pressing into her and it suddenly felt like too much as her mind flashed back to the past. She couldn't help it as her tears started to fall and her breathing shallowed.

"Stop. Stop. Stop. Please stop." she mumbled and Harry immediately moved off of her and she sat up and started to cry. She was struggling to catch her breath and he frowned.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's the matter." he asked her with concern. She was gasping for air through her tears and so he reached for her hand that was over her chest and she flinched and his frown deepened. Was she afraid of him, "Y/N, love." he called to her, "S'just me." he said extending his hand to her and she took it and squeezed it tight, "I'm here. I'm right here." he assured her as she started to calm herself, it seemed like she had done this before and that made his heart break. "I'm sorry if I pushed you too far. I should've asked before I did that, I'm sorry." he apologized with so much sincerity in his eyes and she shook her head.

"You didn't do anything wrong." she sniffled as she squeezed his hand, "It's me." she said and he frowned, "I'm ummm..." she stopped and started to cry again harder. Her cries turned into full on sobs.

"Oh love." He said softly, "Can I hold you? Is that OK?" he asked her and she nodded.

"Please." she whimpered and he just scooted in beside her and pulled her into his arms.

"I've got you." he assured her quietly and held her until she had calmed down enough that she could breathe normally again she was just quiet as he held her for a bit.

The thing that kept coming up in therapy over the last 2 sessions was the topic of her opening up to Harry about what had happened to her. She knew he would understand, but she was afraid that he'd view her as damaged or a victim or that he'd just feel sorry for her all the time. She didn't want him to think of her like that and opening up to him provided opportunity for that to happen. Her therapist reminded her that it would help him understand her better and be more patient with her as their relationship progressed. She had even informed Y/N that sex therapy was a thing they could look into in the future to help her be able to take control of her sexuality again. She had expressed to her therapist the want to have a healthy sexual relationship with Harry and she loved him, she hoped that he'd be the person she had kids with, she was looking ahead and she wanted to have it all with him, but she couldn't tell him yet.

"I'm so sorry." she finally said and he shook his head.

"No, love. Don't be sorry, it's alright." he assured and she shook her head.

"It's not. It's really not and-"

"Hey, I'm not with you just to have sex." he said to her, "Do I want to, yeah! Of course." he said and she sniffled, "But I love you and I don't need that to be happy with you and it certainly doesn't change how I feel about you. We can take our time, yeah? " he assured her and she sighed.

"Like I...want that too, I want to just do whatever I want with you but i just...I can't yet." she said softly, "And I'm scared. I love you and I trust you but I am so scared." she said and he nodded.

"That's OK. I'm scared as well of like...how this will change everything, but you're worth it to me. You're worth all the hard work I've put in on myself, I've been trying to get better all this time so that I could be good enough for you." he said and she turned in his hold and looked at him.

"Seriously?" she asked and he nodded with a caring smile.

"Yeah, love. Told you, I've loved you forever. I always will love you, there's no doubt about it." he smiled and she exhaled shakily.

"Oh, I love yo so much." she said and hugged him tight and he hugged her back. "I want to be open with you about everything and I...I just need a little time t-to be able to explain why I am the way I am." she said and he pulled back from her hold and grabbed her face.

"Look at me." he said and her glassy eyes met his, "There's nothing wrong with the way you are. And of course I want to know everything there is to know about you, but somethings just take time, OK? So don't feel like you need to push yourself on my account. I will be here with open arms and all the love in the world whenever you're ready, OK?" he said to her and she nodded and he wiped a few tears from her cheeks.

"Thank you." she said with so much gratitude. He had no idea how much what he said meant to her.

"No need to thank me, love." he assured and she smiled, "I know you'd be patient and understanding with me too." he said and she nodded.

"Yeah." she smiled, "Can I have another kiss?" she asked and he looked at her for a moment, "Promise I won't cry." she smiled and he shook his head.

"That' not what I was thinking." he said with a small chuckle.

"Then what?" she asked and his smiled dropped a bit.

"I just want to help make it better, whatever it is." he said and she had so much adoration for him in her eyes.

"You already are." she assured him and he smiled and kissed her lips once more.

"Want to have a cuddle?" he asked against her lip and she nodded, "C'mon then, love." he said as he leaned back against the pillows and she fit herself against his side. She would have to let her therapist know that she hadn't been able to tell Harry about her past yet, but she'd taken a step forward, a small step but it was a step in the right direction and for that, she was extremely proud of herself.

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sugawarassoulmate · 2 years

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loving the way you wanna talk

kita's gone too far this time—calling you after hours and invading the comfort of your home. even when the two of you fuck it’s never at the other’s house. often making do with an empty classroom, a bathroom at some shady bar, or going at it in the backseat of a car. but you’re much too annoyed to jump his bones at the moment. all you wanted to do was watch your stupid movie.

“what're ya watchin'?” he asks, you could hear the smirk on his stupid face.

“you don't care,” you bite back.

“humor me.”

pairing: enemies to lovers!kita x reader

words: 2k

cw: fem!reader, (hate) phone sex, mutual masturbation, insults, name-calling, kita calls reader a bitch, idiots in lust, horror movies, minors dni

disclaimer: on this blog, we discuss and explore toxic relationships/situations/just because i write about these themes does not mean i condone/support these types of relationships nor do i do them in my own personal life.

these are fictional characters in fictional scenarios and nobody should be taking real-life advice or mirror the actions of the characters in these stories!

“Why did you call me, Shin? I’m trying to watch a movie,” you could spend hours bickering with Kita, in fact, you already did that today—the two of you going back and forth about you apparently not inflating the volleyballs enough for practice.

He says it needs to follow “regulation standards” and that practicing with a deflated ball is harder. You told him not to explain your job to him but he talks with that annoying calm voice of his that pisses you off.

“Did ya actually take time to make sure they were properly inflated?” the soft, dulcet tones of his voice hit your ears like nails on a chalkboard. You thought about chucking one of them at his head to see if they were inflated enough but that would only land you in hot water with the coach.

As much as it pained you to drop the argument despite knowing you were in the right, you brushed Kita off for rest of the day. Some might call that character development.

But he’s gone too far this time—calling you after hours and invading the comfort of your home. Even when the two of you fuck it’s never at the other’s house. Often making do with an empty classroom, a bathroom at some shady bar, or going at it in the backseat of a car. But you’re much too annoyed to jump Kita’s bones at the moment. All you wanted to do was watch your stupid movie.

“What're ya watchin'?” he asks, you could hear the smirk on his stupid face.

“You don't care,” you bite back.

“Humor me.”

It would be so easy to hang up on him right now, but a part of you enjoys the back and forth. So you take the time to explain to him the dumb plot of the 80s horror movie you threw on. A bunch of campers making bad decisions and getting picked off one by one while a mysterious killer is on the loose. “And now I’m missing totally realistic sex scene between the bimbo cheerleader and the jock,” you mused, cringing at the pseudo-pornographic moans coming from the big-breasted blonde onscreen.

“Ew, I don’t sound like that, right?”

Kita chuckles on the other line. “No, yer much more annoyin’. Right when yer about to cum, yer voice gets all shrill.” He must be able to tell that you’re grimacing right now with the smug tone in his words. “Why do you think I’m always coverin’ yer mouth?”

He’s full of shit and both of you know it. Kita only shoves his fingers in your mouth when it’s a risky situation—like last week when he made you cum twice on a bench in the locker room while some of his teammates were still on the court. “Yer always so noisy,” he said as you sucked on his fingers.

But this is the same man who wants to hear you beg every time he’s inside you. Who won’t let you cum until you ask for it so sweetly and lives for your cries as you cream around his cock. “Describe what’s happenin’,” he says without asking.

“You must be really bored,” you groan, but do what he says. It’s your typical, cringeworthy sex scene with two characters that have zero chemistry. Dumb Bimbo Girl and Stupid Jock get drunk and stumble away from the other characters, totally ignoring the killer on the loose to get busy in the back of a van. “Never got why people always have sex in horror movies, is the dick ever really worth it?”

You don’t get an answer from Kita, not even a smartass remark. Without a response, you continue, describing to him the scene where the killer obviously comes out of nowhere to slash the two horny teens. You offer your own commentary and complain about how obvious the jumpscares are and the clearly low budget of the film.

But after a few more minutes, you realized that Kita hasn’t said anything in a while and now you’re annoyed. “Did you hang up, Shin? I’m talking to you.” He coughs on the other side as if he’s been caught off guard or something. “You’re the one that called and you’re gonna disappear on me? Rude as fuck if you ask me—”

“Yer so fuckin’ annoyin’. Hate ya so fuckin’ much,” He breathes, voice in your ear. You recognize that tone and it makes you squeeze your thighs together. There’s no way…he would never.

“Shin…why did you call me?” you ask timidly, a manner of speaking you never use with him.

Kita makes a disgruntled noise. “Every fuckin’ day ya piss me off with gratin’ voice of yers and the one time I wanna hear it, yer askin’ me these dumb questions.” He’s growling at you with pent-up anger like he’s been holding it in the entire time. “I was eggin’ ya on earlier today and ya stopped arguin’ with me.”

“You’re angry that I didn’t argue with you today? And you called me just to jerk off, you’re literally disgusting.”

He curses under his breath and you don’t miss the stray “bitch” that comes out of his mouth. “Ya haven’t hung up yet. Bet ya like knowin’ ya got me so worked up.” You really wish he wasn’t right. You can try to suppress the tingle between your legs but it’s there and your fingers are twitching to touch yourself after realizing what he’s doing.

“I could tell everyone on the team what a fucking pervert their captain was. You’ve been doing it the whole time we’ve been on the phone, haven't you?”

“Go ahead and tell them, but I wouldn’t be sittin’ on my fuckin’ high horse if I were ya,” Kita snaps. “Think I can’t hear the lil shake in yer voice? Might as well touch yerself, ain’t no shame in admittin’ yer wrong.”

You’d honestly rather die. Sure, there were days after a heated argument with Kita that had you you coming home and shoving your hand immediately went past your shorts from all the pent up energy. Or the times when you’d fuck yourself dumb on a dildo wishing that it was Kita rearranging your guts instead. But he’d never have to know anything of that. Kita’s ears didn’t have to hear what you sounded like when you made yourself cum. It’s bad enough that he knows how easily he can do it on his own.

Your silence must bother him as Kita speaks up again. “Do I need to spell it out fer ya? Or do ya need some incentive?” His voice gets closer—it’s like he’s in your ear, a shiver running down your spine that rattles your whole body.

“Ya had me so worked up today, was kinda hopin’ ya’d stay back after practice but ya left so fuckin’ early,” he groans, and now you can very clearly hear the sounds of him stroking his cock. It’s disgusting how easily you could picture it—his shirt off and pants tugged down just enough to free his length. He’s probably on his bed right now, head thrown back at the thought of you.

And here you are, laying in bed with your legs already spread somehow. “Yer so quiet, are ya thinkin’ about how I’m strokin’ my fat cock right now? Could’ve been all yers if ya weren’t such a bitch today,” Kita breathes.

“Bet if ya touched yourself right now it’d be all wet, right? Why do ya just try it? They’re not my fingers, but I’m sure ya can get yerself off.”

It’s nearly instant how your hand ends up slipping past your panties and of course, you’re soaking. God, you hate him so much. You’ve never hated anyone more in your life and yet it doesn’t stop you from plunging two fingers inside you.

Kita hears the small whine leave your lips and wastes no time jumping on it. “That’s my girl, it’s so wet, isn’t it? Bet it’s drippin’ down yer hand. Wish I was there to lick it all up, hm? Ya know I would have ya beggin’ fer my cock.”

“You sound really smug for someone who had to rub one out because I wouldn’t keep fighting with them,” you gasp, curling your fingers just enough to get your thighs to twitch. “Do you do this every night, Shin? Touch yourself when I can’t do it for you?”

Both of you take a moment to curse, the pleasure building with each insult thrown at the other. At least you two are absolutely pathetic when it comes to the other. There’s no winner here—just two incredibly horny losers that want to fuck other so badly it makes them stupid.

Maybe you should bring Kita over here once in a while, the thought of his strong arms pinning you to the soft sheets of your bed sounds a bit pleasant to you. Even if he would totally make snide comments about the posters adorning your walls. You could just hear him say, “Really, you sleep with stuffed animals?” But those comments would die the second your mouth was on him.

Your thoughts and the sounds of Kita’s grunts on the other line have you sighing in pleasure. The movie still playing on your TV completely forgotten about. “Are ya close? Makin’ that dumb face ya make when yer about to cum?” Kita’s thrust get sloppy and you’re sure he’s just as much of a mess as you are.

Is he craving your touch as much as you’re craving his? Does he have thoughts of taking you in his bed? Limbs tangled together on his sheets as your bodies rock against one another. “Let me hear it, wanna hear ya cum. It’s not gonna be as good as when I do it but I just need to hear it—fuck.”

Kita’s rambling and tripping over his words. You’re sure he’s going to cum too, you’d like to hold off on your orgasm just so he’s the first one to go over the edge—you’re so petty—but you can’t do it. Kita’s endurance has always been impressive whether he’s on the court or locked in a supply closet with his lips attached to yours. You can’t say the same, especially when you’re taking the reigns of your own gratification.

“Shin!” you cried, using your palm to add pressure on your clit. “Wish you were here, want you to make me cum, ah! It’s not the same…” It’s true and you hate saying it, but your small stubby fingers don’t compare to Kita’s longer ones. The ones that know just the right spots to hit and have you seeing stars. You keep going, saying things that you’ll likely regret later on but it doesn’t matter anymore. “I want you here, want your cock, Shin. Need you to fill me up—fuck!”

“I know, ya need me so bad, so fuckin’ desperate for it. Whinin’ like a bitch in heat, huh? Be good and cum fer me and I’ll take care of ya,” When Kita curses like that, you can tell he’s just as close as you are.

It’s not the same as Kita’s fingers, but it does the job. Before you know it, your orgasm hits, coating your fingers in your juices as you sob through it. Kita grunts, “Good girl, good girl, good girl,” He doesn’t praise you often—very rarely if you’re being honest—but his words are genuine, along with sighs of your name as he cums.

“Holy shit,” he mumbles, milking himself dry. The next few moments are filled with only the sounds of both your heavy breathing—both half-naked, pathetic, and still very, very horny.

It isn’t until the loud sound of a jumpscare on TV that you snap out of the afterglow, a soft “jesus christ,” coming out as you start to clean yourself up. “Don’t tell me that movie actually scared ya. Need me to keep ya safe?”

You’re not stupid. Kita’s clearly looking for an excuse to come over, a line he’s never crossed before. But having over to warm your bed wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. “Just come over, Shin, you’re pissing me off.”

“Fine, since ya want it so bad. Keep the door unlocked,” He hangs up and for the first time in what feels like ages, you can’t hear his voice in his ears.

You hate that you miss it.

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andydrysdalerogers · 3 months

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Yours Submissively - Yours (Finale)

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N:

When I orginally started this story in November 2022, I never thought I would get here, 101,100 words, 45 chapters and a story that has been a joy to write. To those who have been with me from the beginning, thank you so much for your support. To those who climbed on board my crazy train, thank you for not jumping off.

I now present to you the final chapter of “Yours, Submissively.”

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Banners by me!

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Previous: Dreams

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Three Years Later…

“James! Lucy! Get back here!”

Belle chased after her children as they ran around the bridal suite. The giggles and shouts filled the room as the ring bearer and flower girl chased each other in their own game of tag. Morgan itched to join but her mother was trying to fix her hair piece that had fallen out.

“Whoa! What is going on here?” Steve stood in the doorway as his children froze.

“Only took you five minutes after my text,” Belle complained with her hands on her hips.

“Sorry, sweet pea, we were having a toast to Bucky. How’s the bride?”

“She needs a drink herself,” Ava piped in. Steve sucked in a breath.

“Ava, you look beautiful. Bucky is a lucky man.”

“Thanks Steve.” She blushed at her former boss’s compliment.

Belle elbowed Steve and he grunted. “You look gorgeous as always, sweet pea.” He grinned, looking like a young man again.

Belle giggled. Her children started up again, but Steve swooped and picked them up. “Jamie, Lucy, are you supposed to be running in your nice clothes?”

“We want to get married already Papa!” Lucy wiggled in his arms.

“And who do you think you are marrying Princess?”

“Jamie, duh.” Her three-year-old attitude shining through as Steve laughed. “Uncle Bucky gets to marry Auntie Ava. Morgan said that she gets to marry Uncle Peter when she’s bigger but I always want to be with Jamie, so I’ll marry him.”

The beauty of logic for three-year-olds. Steve sighed, put his children down and kneeled in front of his daughter. “Princess, you don’t have to marry Jamie for him to be with you forever. He’s your brother, he’ll always be there for you.”

“Just like you Papa?”

“Just like me. Now, no more running around until after church, ok? If your Mama has to call me, there will be timeout and no cake.”

She nodded with big eyes. Lucy was truly daddy’s princess, and she would always obey her father. Her older brother, however, was his rebel and only really listened to his idol, Uncle Bucky. “Young man, Uncle Bucky told me to tell you that you better behave or no launch pad.” Steve was curious what the hell "launch pad" was but it was something that his son looked horrified to lose so he didn’t question it.

‘No! Daddy, tell him I’m good.’

“Ok, you have to listen to Mama or else, James.” His son grimaces but nods, understanding that losing his favorite game is worse. Steve stand and finally takes in his wife, in a dusty rose ball gown, the tiny swell of her belly holding their third child showing. He walked over and grasped her face, tilting it towards him. “You do look amazing today, my love.” He placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

Belle could hear her son gagging over his father’s affection for his mother, a learned trait from his uncle no doubt. “You look just as handsome amore.”

Steve’s hand drifted down. “How’s my boy?”

“Sleeping, I think. Still only flutters.” She smiled. They had just found out that they were having another boy, much to Lucy’s delight. She wanted to be the only princess.

“Good. Ready to walk down the aisle again Mrs. Rogers?”

“Only with you.”

Watching his best friend marry his perfect girl was wonderful. Belle continuously wiped at her eyes during the ceremony as matron of honor. Steve watched his girl, knowing that her hormones definitely amplified her reaction, but it wasn’t out of character. Once the minister declared Bucky and Ava husband and wife, he clapped hard, happy that his best friend found a home just like he did. As the newly married couple exited, Steve extended his arm to his wife. “Mrs. Rogers.”

“Mr. Rogers,” Belle smiled up at her husband as she took his arm. They had a hand on each of their children and headed out for photos. Steve couldn’t take his eyes off of his wife. Belle moved effortlessly while five months pregnant. Of course, only carrying one was easier than the twins.

“Stop staring, punk. It’s my wedding day.” Bucky stands next to Steve as he watches the girls take photos.

“Like you don’t stare at Ava, jerk.”

“That’s fair. Who would have thought, 100 years later, that we would be here, married to the loves of our lives?”

“After everything we have seen, we are just a couple of lucky bastards.” Steve slaps Bucky’s back. “I’m proud of you Buck.”

“Thanks pal. Never saw myself a married man but Ava, she’s my Angel.”

“Just like Belle was mine.”

The reception is beautiful, very light and sparkly, just like Ava. Steve stood up to make his speech about Bucky.

“As most of you know, I grew up with this jerk all those years ago. He was bigger than me, always getting me out of scraps. He tried to save my ass during the war, telling me not to do anything stupid until he came back. Of course, I had to follow up because he took all of the stupid with him.”

The crowd laughed and Steve cleared his throat. “Ava, I want you to know that I think you are completely nuts marrying this jerk. But I also think you couldn’t find anyone who is more loyal, loving, amazing and just generally a good guy. He has loved my family since before I knew I loved my wife and I know he will make you very happy. With that said, Bucky, you break this amazing woman’s heart, and they will never find you.” A roar of laughter and Steve raised his glass. “To James and Ava, may your new life be as happy as mine. To the bride and groom.”

After Ava’s father spoke, Belle got up to the piano and sat, smiling at the couple. “Bucky and Ava are so special to me and my family. And when they asked me to sing for them, only one song came to mind. I love you guys.” She started to play as Bucky and Ava stood up for their first dance.

Heart beats fast Colors and promises How to be brave? How can I love when I'm afraid to fall? But watching you stand alone All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow

One step closer

I have died every day waiting for you Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more

Time stands still Beauty in all she is I will be brave I will not let anything take away What's standing in front of me Every breath, every hour has come to this

One step closer

I have died every day waiting for you Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more

And all along I believed I would find you Time has brought your heart to me I have loved you for a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more

One step closer

I have died every day waiting for you Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more

And all along I believed I would find you Time has brought your heart to me I have loved you for a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more

Bucky and Ava finished their dance with a kiss and the crowd applauded as Steve helped Belle down to hug her brother and sister-in-law. “Love you guys.”

As the wedding came to a close, Tony and Pepper walked over to take the twins with them to their cabin for the weekend. Belle became teary for the idea of her babies leaving but Steve looped his arms around her. “They will be ok. Uncle Tony and Auntie Pep have it.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” She wiped her eyes as the twins came over to give her a hug. “Promise you will behave for your Uncle and Aunt.”

“Yes mama,” Jamie answered.

Steve kneeled in front of his son. “You take care of your sister. ok?”

Jamie nodded. “Yes daddy.”

“Good.” He kissed his head and then hugged his princess. They watched them leave and Steve took his wife’s hand. “All to myself, sweet pea.”

“Yes sir.” Belle smirked as she watched Steve’s eyes darken slightly. He pulled her to the elevator to get back to their room in the hotel. As soon as the doors closed, Steve lifted Belle to his hips with a squeak, wrapping her legs around him, her back pressed against the wall.

“You are a vixen, my love.” He placed gentle kisses around her neck and collarbone. Belle whines when he gently nipped at her skin. “Hush, baby.”

“Stevie,” she whispered.

“I love it when you call me that.” The elevator pinged and the doors opened to their floor. Steve carries his pregnant wife to their suite. He never lost stride, never lost his grip on his precious cargo. He opened their door and moved to their king sized bed. He laid her down and began kissing every part of her body he could reach, eventually reaching up and pulling the zipper of her dress. He yanked the fabric away and moaned at the sight of his girl in just panties. “Jesus doll.”

“Something you like Captain?” she purred and at that point Steve went feral. He tore his suit away, literally and was down to his boxers when he began to kiss Belle’s legs starting at her ankle. His kisses were feather light and driving Belle wild. “Steve, please.”

“You know what you have to say, princess.” Steve got closer to where she needed him, her hormones now in overdrive.

“Wreck me sir. Take me to heaven.”

In an instant, Steve ripped her panties away and drove his tongue into her warm heat. She arched her back and cried out, his ministrations sending her head spinning. He worked her body like he had known for the last five years. He could feel her building but holding back. “Let go princess. Let me drink you in.”

She shook her head, wanting it to last. Steve chuckled at her stubbornness. “Ok then.” He slipped his large digit in and hit her spot inside. Belle moaned and then screamed at Steve latched onto her clit, gently nibbling it. She couldn’t stop the rush as she climaxed all over him, losing sight of her surroundings as the blood pumped behind her eyes.

Steve slowed to let her come down before he pulled away to remove his boxers and he laid next to her, pulling her on top. This was his favorite, where he could watch Belle lose herself on him. He placed her right over his rock-hard cock and guided himself in. They both moaned at the fullness, and Belle began to move her hips, her small bump sliding across Steve’s abs.

“Oh, princess. So good, sweet pea, so fucking good.”

“Stevie, I can’t,” as she began to slow.

“Yes, you can because you’re my good girl, my baby mama.” He put his hands on her hips to help her. He could feel her being to grip him. “Always so warm and ready for me. Fuck Belle.”

“Steve,” she moaned, “fuck Captain, please.” She felt him grow harder and she knew he was almost there.

“C’mon baby, one more time, let go for me. Cum all over me Isabella, make me yours.”

“Mine, all mine!” He was thrusting his hips to hit her spot over and over and she was lost again as she clamped down on him.

“Mine,” Steve grunted as he let go in her, filling her up again. Belle slumped forward and he caught her before she crushed her stomach and turned them, so she was on her side and he was still inside her. “So beautiful my Isabella.”

“I love you,” she mumbled as exhaustion took over.

“I love you more, my beautiful, sweet pea.”

The next morning, Belle woke with Steve still sleeping next to her. Five years later and she never got tired of seeing him asleep, looking younger and more at peace. She quietly got up and went to the ensuite coffee maker, checking her phone. She saw an email from her publicist. She opened it and squealed loudly.

Steve ran in a moment later in just his boxers. “Baby, you ok?”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry baby, but the New York Times has reviewed the restaurant!”

A year after the twins were born, Belle wanted to pursue her dream of opening a restaurant. Steve and Tony wanted to invest and helped find the perfect spot for her. But what was a hidden blessing was Ava wanting to be her partner. Ava has restaurant management experience and was invested in Belle’s concept. American fusion. She took the recipes she knew and elevated. After extensive testing (with Bucky being her taste tester, of course,) they had the final menu set and opened “Home Kitchen” just six months ago.

“What did they say, sweet pea?”

“Three stars, Stevie, he gave me three stars. Oh my god!” Steve picked her up and swung her around.

“I knew it baby. I knew you would be great!”

“I can’t believe it.” She read the review, raving about the simplicity of her menu but the sophistication of it made it other-worldly. He labeled it the “must eat” restaurant in Manhattan. “Steve, he’s raving about it. I gotta tell Ava.”

“Ava is probably a bit busy at the moment love.” He sat them on the couch, with his girl on his lap and caressed her bump. “How’s my son?”

“He’s moving around. Excited for his momma. He’s...” she went still.

“Belle?” She grabbed his hand and moved it to one side. And he felt it, a movement against his hand. He smiled. “Hello son.” He tracked his movements until he calmed.

She watched the wonder on his face. “Do you regret it?”

“Regret what love?”

“Giving up the shield. Just being Steve Rogers and not Captain America?”

After Belle’s near death from the birth of the twins, she had told him about her dream with her father. And while Steve didn’t believe in ghosts, he did believe that family would visit when they needed to tell their loved ones a message. He had seen his Ma a couple of times, so he had no doubt Phil had visited her. Phil’s instructions were clear; Steve needed to be with his family but holding onto the shield would stop him from that.

Sam was surprised when Steve handed the shield to him. He assumed that Bucky would be the next, but Steve knew, his best friend was done with the fight, especially when he had proposed to Ava. Sam and Nat were still ok with going on missions when needed. Sam was the obvious choice. And Steve felt at peace, knowing the world was in safe hands.

“My only regret is not kissing you more often and I would regret not watching our family grow. You and the kids are my whole world.” He kissed her softly. “I am devoted to you Isabella Maria Rogers.”

“And I am submissively yours Steven Grant Rogers.”

He looked into her beautiful violet eyes.

“Mine.”

She looked back into his ocean blues.

“Yours.”

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dreamspelunker · 1 year

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A Case for Disney’s “Strange World”

No one seems to know anything about this movie. I didn’t before I saw it yesterday. I went to the movies on a whim and chose this one because the pickings were a bit slim and this one looked like the best out of the bunch.

Guys. This movie is good.

Disney has done this film real dirty by not marketing it properly. I mean, it probably won’t ever take over the world by storm like Encanto did, but it deserves better than what it’s getting. As I said on my Twitter, it is 100% a stunningly beautiful solarpunk film and everyone needs to go see it.

Here’s a brief synopsis since the trailer was garbage and no one saw it anyway:

***The Spoiler-Free Zone***

The story mostly focuses on Searcher, the son of famous explorer Jaeger Clade whose mission in life is to find a passage over the impassable mountains that surrounds their community of Avalonia. While on an expedition to try and scale the peaks, Searcher finds Pando, a mysterious plant that generates a renewable source of electricity. Searcher, tired of exploring and wanting to quit the life, takes the Pando back to Avalonia. Jaeger, still determined to find a way through the mountains, keeps going alone, never to return.

25 years later, Pando has transformed Avalonia into a bustling sci-fi uptopia. Searcher is renowned for having discovered Pando, and now lives a quiet life growing Pando crops with his wife and teenage son. One day, however, the Pando starts dying. In search of a cure, one of Jaeger’s former crew comes to Searcher asking for his help to lead an expedition down underground to figure out what’s killing it and save the society they’ve built with it.

If that sounds like a movie you’d like to see, stop reading now and go see it. Because from here, I’ll be busting out spoilers to talk about themes and why this movie is solarpunk. So I’ll be writing as if you, dear reader, have seen the film.

***The Spoiler Zone***

First of all, this movie is goddamn gorgeous. I really liked the opening comic-panel sequence and all, but I fell in love with the visuals once the story opened up and began showing us Searcher’s farm and Avalonia. Aesthetically, this is about as solarpunk as you can get. Art nouveau-inspired stained glass windows, visible mending on clothes, and really cool-looking tech that’s not at all in conflict with its environment.

That’s not even touching on the world inside Avalonia. I loved the shades of pinks and purples. And the creature design! Absolute chef’s kiss. That whole part of the movie reminded me of this one book I’ve read called ‘Expedition’ by Wayne Douglas Barlowe, which is just about exploring the ecosystem of alien life-forms on a planet called Darwin IV. It’s mostly a collection of really detailed sci-fi paintings of alien creatures. Fantastic stuff. I wouldn’t be surprised at all if someone at the Disney studio had a copy and passed it around for inspiration during production.

In terms of the characters, i thought everyone was engaging and all the voice actors gave really good performances. I really liked Jaeger in particular (yes, he comes back, of course), but all three of the main characters were really well developed.

But, of course, there is The Gay Character. We all know about HIM.

I kid, I kid, I capitalize with irony. They did a good job with him, actually.

I’ve seen a lot of people on Twitter respond to the idea of Ethan Clade with a very cynical shrug without having seen the movie. I have to say, I think people would be genuinely pleased with his portrayal if they gave the movie a chance. There’s no goofy wink-wink LeFou-ing about here. He’s a main character throughout the movie, his love interest is presented upfront with sincerity, and everyone within the world accepts it as normal. He’s not fighting anyone to be gay or trying to hide it, nor is it his one defining trait. He just has a crush on a dude and his dad embarrasses him a bit in front of him. Normal teenage stuff. His character arc is about sorting out his identify in relation to his family, especially his dad. Being gay literally has nothing to do with his character any more than his mom and dad being straight. Which is how it should be.

The story is a fun ride. It’s really well-paced. I was never bored, personally. There are some really great action scenes, some cute comedy with a three-legged dog and a goo creature called Splat, and the emotional beats all made sense with the characters and moved the story forward. It has a lot of qualities that reminded me of Up! and some parts of The Incredibles without directly being a rip-off of either of those. It’s its own thing, and I look forward to being able to watch it again on DVD/streaming.

***I know some of you kept reading anyway so for real, this is where I’m about to get into True Spoilers so save yourselves now y’allllllll***

Ultimately, this is a movie about legacy. Specifically, the legacy we want to leave our children (i.e. those who will come after us). I love the way this movie manages to take the existential crisis we face now in our blessed, beautiful world and condense it into a story where that issue of legacy, of our priorities, and of who we want to be is made clear.

Jaeger Clade is the society that brought us to where we are now. He’s a loud, brash, bush-whacking old man who’s driven to overcome obstacles. Searcher Clade is us now. Not looking to conquer for conquering’s sake, but complacent and only interested in continuing the status quo. He’s proud of what he’s made and sees no reason to change. Ethan Clade is who we should want to be. Someone looking for a third option, who wants to co-exist with the world around them, and be curious without being destructive.

These three outlooks correlate directly to the reveal that Avalonia is actually a living creature, and Pando is a disease that is literally wrapped around the living, beating heart of their world and slowly killing it. It was Jaeger’s drive to explore that led to the discovery of Pando. Searcher was unintentionally making the problem worse by growing more and more Pando to fuel their society. And throughout the movie, everyone is working together to save Pando, and it’s Ethan alone who tries to get them to stop and think more about what they’re looking at, and that things might not be as simple and straight-forward as they appear.

And this is why I think this movie is solarpunk, and not just aesthetically. Obviously, there are direct parallels to our use of fossil fuels, but I think it’s important that in the universe of Strange World, Pando is not an obvious poison or something they have to destructively mine to get. It’s a plant. Something that appears so innocuous at first, but under the surface, grows into a huge, overwhelming problem. No one is an evil bad guy looking to make profit off Pando or keep on destroying the world because it makes them money to do so. Everyone in the movie does what they do because they think they’re doing the right thing. What is the right and wrong answer isn’t always clear, and rather than being a result of them being outright evil, it’s just because they don’t fully understand the consequences.

While I was in the theater watching this, I thought about the Himalayan blackberries that have taken over the Pacific Northwest. It was introduced in the late 1800s by a botanist named Luther Burbank. He prized it for how much produce one blackberry bush could make in a single season, as opposed to the native blackberries that made smaller berries in smaller quantities. His intent was genuinely for the good. He wanted to propagate a crop that could accessibly feed the growing urban areas of the PNW. Create a food forest, in a sense. He sold the seeds because it was easy to grow and would feed people.

Obviously, it’s not bad to want to feed people. But now the damn plant has invested everything, and while the berries are still very much edible (and people do still eat them), it’s also created impenetrable thickets that kill everything around them and interfere with the ability of wildlife to get around. It got out of control. Even though the intent was meant well, the outcome created a problem that is now essentially impossible to overcome. People try anyway, because we have to, but the odds are not in our favor.

Solarpunk isn’t about growing more plants or having more trees in our cities or building solar panels and wind farms everywhere. Well, it’s not JUST that. Of course those things are good things, but every solution offered needs the proper context to work. And that’s the real nature of the movement, right? It’s finding solutions that lead to the best outcomes for everyone. Being invested in our world, learning about it, falling in love with it, discovering the intricacies of how everything is interconnected and how we fit into that. Everything we do will have inevitable impacts on everything around us, but what those impacts are can change radically depending on how carefully we consider our actions. We know we have to change. The question is, how do we change? How do we change for everyone?

And that is the ending message of the film. The heroes choose to save Avalonia. They destroy the Pando, knowing that it means they can’t have their society the way it was anymore. They choose that, because it is right to do. And the movie ends with the resilience of humanity as they come together and try to find a different solution to build their society on, the third solution of people like Ethan Clade who bring together the bravery and curiosity of Jaeger with the steadfastness and dedication of Searcher, and create a world that’s built on understanding and co-existence. In a world that constantly feels like it could teeter over at any minute, that’s a beautiful message to see in a goddamn Disney film.

P.S. I just want to say before I go that I really really really want Ethan’s boyfriend’s sweater. When you see it, you’ll understand, but I NEED the sweater in my life more than air.

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weixuldo · 2 years

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All his// Yandere!Vader x reader

(A/N: i wrote this shirt fic one night after a bunch of coffee lol, but i hope u enjoy! it’s a diff side of vader than i usually write for)

You were married off to the most feared sith lord in the galaxy and he is infatuated with you. you’re all his.

Warnings: yandere themes, manipulation, swearing, implied sexual activity

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You were the only child of a royal family who ruled over a resource rich planet. Once you were 21 you were arranged to be wed to a powerful sith lord, Darth Vader.

At first you were completely against it, but once you met him you found he was oddly kind to you. In time you learned to accept him, though the longer the two you were together the more peculiar his behavior became.

He treated you as if you were a fragile doll and rarely let you venture out of your shared room. All your communication with outside parties was done through him, he spoke for you. Whenever he came to your room he would just hold you and bask in your presence. And at required functions, he was always glued to your side. It was like he was obsessed.

You were lying on a velvety blanket on the floor of your shared chambers anxiously watching the door. Your husband was to walk through those doors any moment now. You cared for him, but his love for you was overwhelming at times. He did not hesitate to kill for you and today, some trooper’s had harassed you. You knew he would come home having ended some lives.

The doors slid open revealing a familiar dark figure.

Darth Vader.

He raced inside, slammed the doors shut, and locked them using the force. He kneeled by your side and took your face in his gloved hands. You placed your smaller hands over his and spoke to him, “Vee, I’m ok”.

He huffed and gathered you into his strong arms, “You should have told me what they did, my love. You know I would have ended them then and there.”

You pulled back from his chest and looked up at him with troubled eyes, “I know you would have, that’s why I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want you to kill them, they are just men, it's what they do.”

He let out a growling sound, “Darling, they had to be disposed of. No one is allowed to harm you. No one.” he sternly spoke, sending a shiver down your spine.

He always did this, he always went too far. “Love, you can't keep hurting people just because they looked at me. Please”

He turned his mask away from you, “I will do what I must, to protect you.” he stated. End of story. It was no use arguing with him, in his mind this was the only way.

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The next few days you gave him the cold shoulder, he could not keep doing this. Much to your displeasure, your behavior only angered him more, except he did not take it out on you.

He tried to talk to you, he tried to hold you, he tried everything but you wouldn’t budge.

“Darling, I am sorry if I have upset you, but soon you will see I am only doing what is best for you. I love you.” he would tell you every time he left you. You truly did care for him but this was becoming unbearable. Usually he just asks you to not leave the room but ever since the trooper incident he had been locking the door behind him.

You were utterly stuck in there and he didn’t leave you food or water. You were helplessly dependent on him for your essentials and he wanted it that way. He wanted to see your eyes light up when he came into the room, he knew you were only thankful for the sustenance he brought, but nevertheless he loved your reactions. You were his shining diamond, his darling. You were his. __________________________________________

He entered the room earlier than usual today. He brought you your favorite food and a new gown. “My Love, I hand picked this just for you.” he spoke sitting beside you on the bed

He placed the silky garment into your soft hands. “Thank you Vader, Its beautiful” you dully stated.

He tilted your chin to meet his gaze, “Can we stop this charade dear? I miss you, and I know you miss me too”.

Fuck.

Fuck, he was right. He was always right. And you hated it.

You leaned into his chest as you began to cry. He pulled you close and brushed your hair, “Do not cry darling, you are far too beautiful to cry”.

You hated how he could do this to you. No matter what he did you always ended up going back to him. Always.

He backed up and wiped your tears away, “there there, will you try on your new outfit now?” he asked softly. You agreed as you swallowed your tears.

He nodded and asked you to turn around. You complied and he began to unzip your shirt. He loved to dress and undress you. He loved to see your beautiful body and see how the outfits he chose fit perfectly on you.

He rested his helmet onto your chest once you were naked. This was his version of a kiss. “You are the most ethereal creature in the entire galaxy my love” he spoke, modulator adding a deepness to his voice.

Once you were in the new outfit, he leaned back to admire your beauty. The silky fabric clinging to you in all the right places, the jewels adorning the collar resting upon your collarbone nicely. He was in bliss.

“Look at you, all for me” he said, admiring you.

He motioned for you to come closer to him and you did. He sat you on one of his muscular thighs and caressed your back, “I am enamored with you dear. It is frightening how much I love you.”

You stiffened. Yes, it was frightening. But you didn’t really have a choice, he would find some way back into your life, no matter what you did. You just gave into his words because you were tired. You were tired of fighting against his love, his obsession.

You laid your head on his shoulder and wrapped your arms around his neck, “I love you too, Vee” you said, shutting your eyes.

He smiled to himself, he knew you would never dare leave him. He knew you were completely his.

“Good answer, my love”

All his.

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(a/n: lol kinda cheesy, but sometimes u need some cliché in ur life :)

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